It was a custom in Asgard for a family to hold a christening ceremony for a newborn child to after the ninth day of the child's birth. Once they had undergone this rite of passage, the newborn would formally be recognized as an official member of the family and household and be conferred with any rights of inheritance. Truly, a christening was a momentous, significant event in the life of any newborn of Asgard and their families and one that was to be celebrated with joy and gaiety - and that was exactly the case among the relatives, friends, and other guests who had come to attend the christening ceremony that day for the newest member of the noble House of Iwaldi.
The Lord Ivaldi, head of the household and bearing the namesake of his family's foremost forefather, and his family were one of many families in Asgard who had the privilege and good fortune of belonging to Asgard's nobility. But the Noble House of Iwaldi was unique and unlike most Asgardian noble families, for this noble family – in fact – was the only noble family among Asgard's nobility to boast of a mixed heritage that stemmed from three of the races of the World Tree, Yggdrasil. The House of Iwaldi's eponymous founding father, Iwaldi, was a native of the world Nidavellir – better known as the realm of the Dwarves. The Dwarves of Nidavellir had long shared a close and harmonious relationship with Asgard and its people, and they were unarguably the most superior makers and craftsmen of weaponry in all the Nine Realms of Yggdrasil. Although he himself a dwarf, in time, according to the stories of the family's history, Iwaldi would find himself a wife among the Aesir – the people of Asgard – and have with her four sons who would carry on the family line and their dwarven heritage to their descendants.
Ivaldi's wife, the exquisite Lady Freya, also contributed to the family's mixed roots, for the Lady Freya, in fact, was not of Asgard, but from the neighboring world of Vanaheim – Asgard's sister realm. She was a Vanir –– a race of people that were widely famous and renowned for their innate abilities and powers in the use of magic and sorcery, as well as the ability of premonition. But alas, not every man, woman, or child of the Vanir were to have such famous, powerful, ethereal abilities bestowed into them at birth; Freya was among the non-magical Vanir population. Yet, in spite of this, Freya was content, for no amount of magical talent or blood could have ever made her happier or satisfied than the blessings of being married to Ivaldi and having him as her husband, and being the mother of the little brood of children that she and Ivaldi had together.
Ivaldi and Freya were the proud parents of four lovely girls who were more precious to them than perhaps anything else in the Nine Realms. Their firstborn and eldest child – a daughter – was born some few years after they had married, and it was this daughter who Ivaldi and Freya named Nanna. Nanna was a beautiful child, with sun-gold hair and vibrant blue eyes the color of the sky that she clearly inherited from her grandmother, Ivaldi's mother. Only a year had passed following Nanna's birth when another child joined the House of Iwaldi, also a daughter, who Ivaldi and Freya named Snotra. Snotra shared her elder sister's beautiful features, from her sun-gold hair to her grandmother's vibrant blue eyes the color of the sky. Another year later, the couple added a third child to their family – another girl, just as fair and perfect as her older sisters – whom they named Lofn. And just like her sisters, Lofn possessed a fair maiden's beauty with her sun blonde hair and sky blue eyes. Finally, after two more years had come to pass, just when their family and friends thought that they would bear no more children, Ivaldi and Freya welcomed their fourth and last child and daughter to their family. Only ten days old, it was this child who was to undergo the christening ceremony that her father and mother were preparing for that day, and be received as an official member of their family and household. And this daughter, they decided, was to be given the name Sigyn.
Following Sigyn's birth, Ivaldi and Freya sent word to their families, relatives, and to their friends inviting them to their daughter's christening where they could bestow unto her their well wishes and good tidings. But being members of the nobility, however, the couple was privileged to rub shoulders with some of Asgard's most distinguished and important people, and they had invited several of these individuals to the christening. But among the many distinguished guests who they had invited and would expect at Sigyn's christening that day was the most important and powerful family and household in all of Asgard.
In the banquet hall of the family's home that served as a space for social occasions, a scattered crowd of no more than 40 people had gathered for the christening of Lord Ivaldi's newborn child and were enjoying casual, friendly conversations, goblets of mead and ale, and small, finger-sized servings of food when two men garbed in plates of metal armor, horned helmets, and capes in the color of filigree gold appeared and stationed themselves by the entrance of the hall. Both carried circular shields and held long, thick spears, the latter of which one of the men used to strike the floor of the banquet hall thrice, emitting a loud, hollow sound that garnered everyone's attention.
"His royal majesty, the Allfather, King Odin Borson, and her royal majesty, the Allmother, Queen Frigga, have arrived."
A mighty, dignified, and imposing figure emerged from the entrance and stepped into the hall. He was garbed in golden armor from head to toe, a cape the color of dark crimson flowed behind his back, and his face was nearly masked by the horned helmet he wore and his silvering beard. A gilded patch covered his right eye. Walking beside him with her arm linked with his was a woman who was nothing short of beautiful. She had hair the color of honey gold mixed with pale ginger that fell below her shoulders in soft, abundant curls. She was clothed in a fine long dress made of flowing silk that was the color of pale sea green. She cast a much less intimidating figure than her husband, for her eyes were warm and twinkled with cordial felicity and her lips were pressed together into a pleasant and gentle smile.
The arrival of the Allfather and his queen prompted eager and cheerful smiles and murmured greetings from all those present in the banquet hall. Every knee and head in the room then bent low in respect at the royal couple's presence, in a motion that swept across the banquet hall space like a wave. Seeing this, Odin stopped in his tracks, with Frigga following suit, and he raised his palm up to acknowledge and thank his subjects for their courtesy, smiling as he did. However, the imperial decorum cast by the royal couple's presence came to an unexpected end as peals of sharp, raucous, childlike laughter erupted and rang through the air, causing eyes to shift from the Allfather and the Queen to the banquet hall entrance where the armored men were stationed. It was through there that two young boys, one of them golden haired and the other one darker haired, came bursting into the room, laughing and grinning at each other boisterously as they ran past the guards by the entrance, both of whom remained expressionless and unfettered as the young rascals zoomed past them.
"And…their sons," added the guard, who paused to quickly liberate an awkward cough before resuming in an audible, if not awkward, slow tone, "…their royal highnesses…Princes Thor… and Loki."
Having accommodated the late entry of the young princes, the guard rapped on the floor to signal he had finished his announcement while simultaneously asking himself mentally whether or not he probably should have held his tongue. The other guard eyed him questioningly, wondering the same thing.
As for the young princes, they were carelessly enjoying themselves in their antics until they looked up into their parents' eyes and saw Odin's peeved countenance. The bigger and elder of the princes, the golden haired Thor, a young boy of six years, abruptly froze in his tracks as he caught the stern gaze of his aged father. The younger prince, Loki, followed suit and immediately stopped in his tracks too, but not without clumsily bumping into his older brother of physically two years his senior as his feet skidded to a halt. The elder prince let out a softened exclamation of surprised, fleeting pain as his younger brother collided into him, and afterwards rubbed the spot on his back where he had felt his brother's elbow assail him.
As their father's stern eyes bore into their own, the young princes muttered a quiet chorus of "Sorry" and "Sorry father," before retreating to their mother's side and seizing her hands for relief.
With a nod and wave of the Allfather's hand the celebration resumed. Moments afterwards the lord Ivaldi, a tall man with dark hair and eyes and a short beard to match, accompanied by a woman with pale blond hair and dressed in a long, billowing teal blue gown and silk shawl to match, approached the royal couple and stopped in front of them to cross his hand over his breast and bow his head low before them, with the woman following suit.
"Allfather Odin," the nobleman began to say, "It is a tremendous and great honor to have you and your family here with us today for my child's christening."
Odin's lips spread wide with mirth as he took Ivaldi's hand in one of his own while the other took his shoulder in a friendly pat.
"The pleasure is mine, old friend," said the Allfather cordially. The blue in his eyes twinkled with delight as he shook the lord Ivaldi's hand. "And must I once again remind you that there is no need for formalities between us?" Odin added, before pulling him in for a friendly, and quick hug and a pat on his back. "I've known you for years now. And Lady Freya – " Odin gestured towards the woman by Ivaldi's side, offering his hand out to her which she took gratefully, "My sincere and hearty congratulations to you on this happy occasion. The Norns have been kind to you and Ivaldi."
Freya beamed brightly, and nodded in gratitude. "Thank you, Allfather. And yes, the Norns have blessed us abundantly."
It was then that Queen Frigga, who had been holding herself back in silent politeness as she watched her husband receive their hosts' welcome and greetings, stepped forward and warmly took both of Freya's hands into her own, smiling as she did.
"Words cannot convey how delighted and overjoyed I am for you and your family, Freya dear," said Frigga before she withdrew to receive Ivaldi and accept the courteous kiss he placed on her fingers. "And you as well, Ivaldi."
"Thank you, my queen," Ivaldi replied.
Still smiling, Frigga then looked over her shoulder and glanced at her two sons who had refrained from uttering a single word since the commotion they had caused mere moments ago.
"Thor, Loki."
The two princes obediently stepped forward from behind their mother and walked up to her side.
Ivaldi and Freya made a curt bow before the princes. "Prince Thor and Prince Loki," said Ivaldi as he bent and took his turn shaking the hands of each of Odin's sons. "It is a delight to have you with us today."
Young Thor smiled toothily at the bearded nobleman while young Loki, not saying anything, bowed his head in respect.
Odin stepped behind his sons and clasped a hand on each of their shoulders. "My sons and Frigga have brought a gift that we would like to give to your daughter."
Freya drew a hand to her chest in surprise. "You shouldn't have!" she exclaimed. "How kind and generous of you, young princes!"
"Where might your child be at this moment, Freya dear?" asked Frigga.
"She is with my mother, my queen Frigga," answered Lord Ivaldi as he extended his hand to Frigga, who accepted it and the courteous kiss that he placed on it. "Would you and the Allfather like to see her before the christening rites are performed?"
"We most certainly would," Frigga answered in delight. "And Ivaldi, dear friend, must we keep reminding you that there is no need for formalities among us four?"
"Ah, but my queen," the Lord Ivaldi began to apologize while turning a pale shade of crimson. "You must forgive me, for I am a noble, I must show you my utmost courtesy. But do come and follow me, my mother and child are not too far away from us."
Ivaldi then led the royal couple and their sons to the front of the banquet hall where a low platform no more than a foot high lay. A small crowd of people were congregated around a small canopied cradle where beside it stood an elderly, sprightly woman with gentle sky blue eyes and a warm smile. She was clothed in a long lavender gown, her shoulders were draped with a pale golden shawl, and her long silvery hair was tied behind her head in a knot. In her arms there lay a small bundle wrapped in a snow-white linen blanket from which a tiny head and two pairs of little arms stuck out from. Gathered and clamoring around the woman were three little girls with fair blonde hair and the same sky-blue eyes dressed in their finest pastel frocks. A young nursemaid who tended to them stood among the girls, trying to get them to settle down. Also gathered was a man and a woman clothed in long sweeping robes of fine silk who were watching over two young dark-haired boys who appeared to be around Thor and Loki's ages.
"Mother."
The sound of the Lord Ivaldi's voice caused the old woman to look over her shoulder. The others in her company followed suit. "Son," she replied.
"Allfather, Frigga, perhaps you remember my mother, the Lady Ragna?"
The old woman quickly laid the blanketed bundle she held in her arms in the cradle and subsequently bent her head in a brief bow before the royal couple. "My lord Odin," said Ragna. "It is an honor to see you once again."
Odin smiled cordially and held out his hand for the Lady Ragna to take, which she did with a pleasant smile. "Lady Ragna," began Odin, "You look well. It is good to see you once again as well."
Ivaldi then gestured to the couple in his mother's company. "And of course, surely you must remember my brother and his wife, the Lord Egil and the Lady Ylva?"
Frigga extended her hand to Lord Egil, who smiled as he took it and courteously placed his lips on her fingers before retracting. "Delighted to see you and Ylva again, Egil," Frigga said pleasantly.
"Thank you, Queen Frigga," Egil replied in gratitude. After Frigga and the Lady Ylva had exchanged their own pleasantries, Ylva turned to the pair of young boys standing idly beside their father. "My king and queen, I do not believe our sons, Stefn and Jonn, have been introduced to you yet." Egil placed his hands on his two boys' shoulders, "Stefn. Jonn," he coaxed. "What do you say to their majesties?"
Young Stefn, the eldest of the two, prostrated in a bow while trying hard not to stare at the gold eyepatch that hid the Allfather's right eye. "Pleased to meet you, your majesties," he said timidly. His brother Jonn did the same, and was just as shy as his older brother was.
Odin chuckled and smiled gently at the youngsters. "What fine boys you have, Egil," said Odin. He then cast a glance at his own boys who stood meekly apart from Ivaldi's nephews. "I should think Thor and Loki have found themselves new playmates, haven't they, Frigga dear?"
"Oh why of course!" she answered. "The boys just adore meeting new people, especially our Thor." She then looked down into the face of her eldest son and gently pushed him forward. "Thor, sweetheart, come meet Stefn and Jonn."
"Hullo," said the golden-haired prince, "I'm Thor. And this is my brother Loki."
The darker haired prince clung unto his mother's hand and smiled timidly at the other two boys, both of whom grinned back at the two princes. Frigga prostrated to her knees and gently took her youngest son by his shoulders. "Loki's a little shy," she said kindly to Stefn and Jonn. "But you'll like him, you'll see."
Young Loki smiled in relief at his mother.
"Frigga, my queen," Freya stepped in, "Would Thor and Loki like to meet Sigyn?
"Why, of course they would!" Frigga said cheerfully. "Thor, Loki, come with me dears," and following Freya, she gently ushered them towards the small canopied cradle not too far away. Odin joined his sons and wife after engaging in some small talk with Lord Ivaldi and Lady Ragna, both of whom beckoned the boys to come hither to the cradle.
"Thor, Loki," said Freya. "This is Sigyn, the newest member of our household."
Leaning against the sides of the cradle, Thor and Loki peered inside with their small faces. Their pale eyes fell upon an infant girl lying comfortably at the bottom of the cradle, swaddled in the snow white blanket she was wrapped in. Small thin tufts of light hair clung to her head, and her eyes were closed, seemingly asleep.
Thor chortled. "She's so small!"
Odin knelt down and placed a hand on young Thor's shoulder, prompting their gazes to meet. "But she'll get older, my boy," he reminded him softly. "And one day she'll grow bigger, just like you and Loki."
Thor turned his attention back to the cradle and its slumbering, inert occupant. "Hello Sigyn!" Thor said in a loud, exuberant voice that earned his mother's chiding warning.
"Hush, Thor, dear. Not so loud, she's sleeping. You mustn't disturb her."
A faint whimper passed through the child's lips and moments later, everyone watched breathlessly as little Sigyn's tiny eyes slowly flipped open, unveiling a pair of beautiful, charming, sparkling irises the color of spring violets.
"She has your eyes, dear," said Ivaldi as he took Freya's arm into his.
Freya beamed affectionately back at her husband.
Sigyn's eyes scanned all the faces that were peering down at her, unsure of who they belonged to, but her eyes halted when she met the gazes of Odin's two sons. The child stared at the two young princes with expressionless, fathomless, glasslike eyes, ensnaring them in a silent, breathless trance. Then, without any warning, her jaw suddenly twitched and her brow crumpled into folds. Freya suppressed a gasp of motherly worry as she noticed these movements in her newborn's face and recognized them as the precursors of the face of a wailing, upset child whom she would have to console.
But Freya, it would turn out, was mistaken. For what began as seemingly provoked nuances and wrinkles in Sigyn's visage suddenly metamorphosed and lit up with an animated sunniness that nobody was prepared for. Her beautiful violet eyes had delight and wonder dancing in her irises and the corners of her petite mouth turned northward as her enthralled rosy lips fanned from pudgy cheek to pudgy cheek.
A story was circulating among the Noble House of Iwaldi and those close to them that Ivaldi and Freya's newborn child came into the world with joy and delight radiating all throughout her features. But whether or not the story was true (it was), Sigyn's vivacious, beaming, toothless countenance was one that one could not help but succumb to its overwhelming, infectious sweetness and charm and reciprocate with parallel warmth.
And, it was a smile that, upon penetrating into the depths of their eyes, caused little Thor and Loki's lips to melt into fuzzy, warm, toothy grins that spread from ear to ear. For in an instant, this tiny, sweet, precious being whose existence both young Thor and Loki had been unaware of until that very day, and of who they had only laid eyes on for the first time barely five minutes earlier, now claimed the two sons of Odin utterly and completely in heart and soul. And Sigyn, sensing the glee and warmth that was blanketing the young princes' faces, instinctively responded by lifting one of her petite pudgy arms up and reaching out for the two of them with tiny unfurled fingers as if to say, "I want."
It was a precious gesture that elicited a soft gasp from young Loki, who had scarcely uttered a word since his and his brother's noisy entrance at Ivaldi and Freya's home for the christening.
"Sigyn."
Loki spoke her name softly under his breath, uttering the syllables and sounds that composed it slowly. It was the first time he said her name since meeting her. Loki then broke his gaze from the little girl to look up at his older brother's face. He tugged on the sleeve of his brother's dark gray tunic.
"Thor."
Thor's eyes shifted and turned attentively to his brother, who moved his lips close to the golden-haired prince's ears and whispered in a not-so-furtive manner of childlike amazement and awe, "She likes us!"
It was a comment that caused young, boisterous Thor to burst out in a fit of noisy giggles that Loki soon joined with his own.
Frigga, who had been watching this intimate encounter between the infant and her sons, laughed softly and with delight. "She's a sweet, darling child, Freya dear," said Frigga, "And she'll love the gift we brought for her!" Frigga then turned towards her husband, who was on his knee craning to take a closer look at Sigyn inside the cradle with his sons and the rest of Sigyn's family. "Odin?"
Odin looked over his shoulder as he heard his wife call out to him. "Yes, my dear?"
"Why don't you and the boys show Ivaldi and Freya our gift for Sigyn?" asked Frigga
"Ah, but of course! Thor, Loki, come along with me."
The princes followed their father as he walked over to where his wife, Ivaldi, and Freya were huddled. The Allfather raised his hand in front of him and soon enough, a faint glow of light and sparks began to materialize within his grasp. Thor and Loki watched their father in awe as he used his magic to summon in his hand a small, shiny box the color of metallic bronze that was flourished and engraved with beautiful, ornate metal weaves, lattices, and knots of the Old Norse tradition that one could find all throughout Asgard, including the Royal Palace. The shiny box, with was small enough to be held in one hand, no more than 3 inches in height, and formed in the shape of a stunted cylinder, had a lid latched shut on the box where engraved on it was the image of Yggdrasil, the World Tree, formed by intricate metal weaves and lattices in its shape and likeness.
"Thor," said Odin as he handed the small box to the golden-haired prince, "why don't you give this box to Lady Freya?"
Thor bobbed his head vigorously in obedience and turned towards Freya and Ivaldi. Cupping the small box in his hands, he presented it to Freya, who thanked him as she took it.
"It's beautiful, Allfather," Freya marveled as she turned the tiny box in her hands, leaving no surface of it unnoticed with her violet eyes that were shimmering in gratitude. "Thank you so much."
"What is it?" asked Ivaldi.
"Open it, dears," coaxed Frigga, "and you'll see."
Ivaldi gently unlatched the lid of the box with his fingers as his wife held it in her cupped hands. As soon as he gingerly lifted the lid out of the way with his fingers, he and Freya's eyes flooded with charm and awe as from within the box ascended two metal figurines of a man and a woman garbed in fine clothing, hands held in one another's, rotating in the center of the box in the manner of a dance. The figurines themselves were crafted with such fine detail that one could make out the sharp features that each figurine possessed, from the intimate and affectionate gazes etched in each of the figurines' faces, to the details and textures on their clothing and hair. As Ivaldi lifted the box's lid out of the way upon opening it, music began to play. The music was a tune that was as gentle, sweet, and charming as little Sigyn herself, and was composed with a tempo and rhythm of liveliness that at the same time retained a timbre of serenity void of harshness and dissonance. There was a kind of lovely and sweet softness in the music's timbre that also possessed a sentimentality and mild catharsis that could bring warmth, comfort, and peace, and enchantment to anyone who listened to it.
"A music box," Freya murmured.
Odin smiled pleasantly. "We commissioned one of the best craftsmen dwarves in Nidavellir to make it for us. He completed the finishing touches to it shortly before your child was born. The dwarf used a special magic to craft the box, so because of that magic, the box shall never break from age or usage, and the music will always play, never to stop even after time."
Ivaldi beamed as he shut the lid of the music box back down. "Thank you for such a thoughtful gift, Allfather. Our Sigyn will adore it, I am sure."
"Why don't we let Sigyn see it, dear?" suggested Freya. The noblewoman walked back to the cradle, followed by her husband and the royal family, where Sigyn lay still surrounded by her uncle and aunt, her cousins, her grandmother and older sisters, and other admiring guests who gathered to dote on the child. The small cluster of guests stepped aside to let Freya through and she reached into the cradle and took Sigyn in her arms. Mother and infant exchanged a affectionate smiles as Freya comfortably cradled Sigyn.
Lord Ivaldi, holding the music box in his hands, glanced to his left where young prince Loki stood beside him.
"Prince Loki."
Loki's eyes promptly met Ivaldi's. The nobleman knelt down to the floor and deposited the music box in the young prince's small hands. "Would you like to present Sigyn's gift to her?"
Frigga, having overheard Ivaldi's request, gently coaxed her son to accept the nobleman's offer.
Carefully holding the music box in his hands, the dark-haired prince, accompanied by the Allmother, walked over to where Lady Freya stood with Sigyn. Freya knelt down on the floor to make it easier for the little prince to show the gift to her daughter. Loki's eyes met once more with Sigyn's and he smiled softly at her. He shuffled as close as he could to Freya before he proceeded to daintily lift open the box's lid, prompting the metal figurines of the couple crafted inside the box to emerge from the inside and inciting the sweet and charming tune of the box to begin playing.
Almost immediately, young Sigyn made what sounded like utterances of delight and enchantment as she watched the metal figurines "dance" in the center of the box. The child smiled and cooed as the music played, and even began to reach out for her gift wanting to hold it herself, only to be chided softly by her mother. As for Loki, he could only grin and giggle at little Sigyn as she followed the movements of the figurines inside the box and enjoyed the charming music emanating from it.
It was a precious, special moment between the infant girl and the young prince, and one that as precious as it was, had to come to an end as a servingman of the House of Iwaldi informed his lord and master that the appointed time for the christening rites to begin had come. With that, Loki closed the music box and returned it to Lord Ivaldi, who placed it among the many other gifts that he had received from his guests.
As everyone gathered for the christening rites, Ivaldi took Sigyn from Freya into his arms and positioned himself before the small assembly of family and friends who had gathered for the happy occasion. The christening itself was not a long procedure; Lord Ivaldi began by thanking everyone present for coming, and acknowledged the presence of the Allfather and his family, before breaking into a short speech about how happy he was to welcome Sigyn into the House of Iwaldi, and how he and Freya came to call the child "Sigyn". Upon the conclusion of his speech, Ivaldi gestured for Freya and a servingmen of his house who held a basin of water with a small vessel to scoop the water into to come forward. Still holding Sigyn above the basin, but now with the support of his wife's arms, Ivaldi took the small vessel and filled with basin water. In a loud and confident voice, Ivaldi lightly sprinkled water from the vessel over Sigyn – who, as any infant would do if something cold and wet was introduced to their clad heads, began to wail – and concluded the christening rites with the words, "I declare this child as my daughter, Sigyn Ivaldadottir, of the Noble House of Iwaldi of Asgard, on this day."
And with her father's declaration, Sigyn was formally made a member of the House of Iwaldi and conferred with the all the rights of inheritance as a member of her father's household. The sound of applause roared throughout the banquet hall as Sigyn was taken away by a nurse to be dried, comforted, and returned to her quarters to rest in peace as Lord Ivaldi declared for the banquet feast and other festivities that followed the christening to commence.
In the nursery room that she shared with her sisters, Sigyn slept soundly in her cradle, undisturbed by the celebration occurring below stairs. It had been quite a momentous day, and it was one that left everyone pleased and confident that this child would grow up, join the ranks of Asgard's noblewomen, and follow in their footsteps of eventually marrying into another eminent household of Asgard, and continue the family name.
Yet, no one there, not one of the people who loved her, not the Allfather, not Queen Frigga, not their sons, not any of the Numbered gods and goddesses of Asgard, not even little Sigyn herself sleeping soundly in her cradle, could foresee that this girl of the House of Iwaldi was destined to become much more than a mere nobleman of Asgard's daughter. No, the Norns had something far grander and deviant planned in store for this child – a destiny that they intended would one day in the distant future earn her the honor of being recognized as one of the bravest, strongest, and greatest women of all the Nine Realms – whether she would enjoy it or not.
Author's Notes:
Like the story? Then please, favorite and leave a review, just keep said review clean. This is meant to be part 1 of either 2-3 fics of the whole story I am writing. I'm sure when the next chapter will be up - I'm still in university and am graduating in this coming spring/summer so whenever I have the time to spare and when my motivation allows it, I will update. Also, leaving a review would also greatly help me by giving me feedback and encouragement that a writer appreciates to make the story better! The christening ceremony featured here is based off of the naming ceremonies held by ancient Vikings for their children; you can read more about it by googling it up (can't provide site url's here, sorry!) I'm also planning on sharing the story on An Archive of Our Own once I actually get invited to create an account but come back here to FanFiction for all the updates. On a final note, the setting and timeline of this story is within the MCU Canon...this chapter takes place long before the conversation Odin has with young Thor and Loki at the beginning of "Thor" (2011). Feel free to ask any questions you might have as the story progresses too, I'm happy to answer them and my intention is to give y'all a different take on what could be if Sigyn, who is the protagonist of my story, were in the MCU canon! (: Thanks & take care! - gt2
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters featured here except the original ones I made. I don't own Marvel, the films, Thor, Loki, and other Marvel characters featured here. But I wish I did.
